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It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. She loves you too well for that. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. She knew she was a monster and so did they. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. “What made you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love makes people happy?” “I know it must. "But I'm a blackguard, too, Ruth. And empty. Now if she sent fifteen pounds the suggestion that she had spent a five-pound note in the meanwhile would be irresistible. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. He refused. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up in some dudgeon.
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